I decided it was still worth the risk, so I told him okay.“While I was waiting for him, I got to thinking about what would happen if you came home a...d found us, which got me kind of excited. I knew eventually I’d have to tell you or risk you finding out the wrong way, but I wasn’t sure you walking in on Brent pounding your wife’s stretched-out cunt would be too good for his survival.” She laughed when she said this, obviously trying to imply she didn’t think I’d REALLY have the balls to kill. As we worked it out, that special "recalibrated" replicator had strict user controls. It would only work if Barton Resort's Master Bartender was standing in front of it to receive the bottle, and that position was formally appointed by the Resort Director, so some drunk bozo couldn't just kill the bartender and tell the replicator "Okay, I'm the bartender now, so gimme some hootch!"It also had two separate volume limits. With no "paying customers" -meaning Confederacy military servicemen and. Xiuhan covered her own mouth as she came once again. Ron didn’t wait. He skewered Jo mid-frustration.“Thank you!” Jo huffed.“Thank me back,” Ron demanded.Jo hurried. Their skin slapped in sweat amplified whaps. He tugged her hair. She made up her lost ground lightning fast. Xiuhan grabbed her clit and lips and put the work she had been slacking on back in.“Oh!” Jo warbled. He could feel the rhythmic control of her pussy ease off and then explode in random fury.Ron was close himself. He saw the. J. as he thrusts into her with a vengeance. After giving her pussy a one day rest yesterday, she’s craving sex again and happily offers herself up to her 16 year old stud for a full night of fucking. J.J. obliges her, giving her more of the rough, raw pounding that she can’t get enough of, and best of all, his tool spurts 11 times deep inside the moaning MILF, helping bring the team ever closer to its 200 load goal…“I feel like Goldilocks…Who’s been sleeping in my bed…?” Liz gasps, getting her.